Before the clocks stopped, Narwhal Slotterfield was an ordinary basketball referee. He blew his whistle. He stretched the rules. Somehow he kept a girlfriend. Now it’s 7:23 pm in a diner in the middle of the Great Plains and The Now is all he has. Wandering a world where raindrops never reach the earth, and humans are frozen like manikins, our ref soon realizes he has the power to officiate the universe itself. Watch out, world. Narwhal Slotterfield has a score to settle.